Mommy did it for her. She could not cook at all, either, and since that’s my hobby, and her husband loved my cooking, he asked me to show her a thin... or two in the kitchen. I cooked all the meals that week, so it was simply a matter of inviting her in and showing her how. I only showed her the most simple things, and I was very careful to not be the least bit condescending. Yet, I guess it’s hard to be in your mid-20s and still not even know how to make eggs, so she acted very resentful and. You could have done the same thing in your hotel room and wouldn't have thought anything of it. Third, if you are taking it out on her and telling her that maybe you should separate, I think you owe it to her to tell her why and tell her at least most of what happened that night so she doesn't blame herself." You're right, Jacob. But when? How? And how do you think she will respond?" How do you think she is going to respond to the way you are acting now?" Jacob countered."Good point," Dale. She almost went over the edge on me, and that wouldn't have served our purpose at all," Miss S said. "You're lucky you stopped when you did then,” Mr. P commented. "Let's let her cool down for half an hour or so, before we fire her up again." Kitty couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had been so close. "Good idea,” Miss M said, "but while she is doing so, I want to give her a little hint of what is still in store for her." Kitty froze, suddenly apprehensive of what Miss M. .. and THIS!" I unfolded a small scrap of paper and showed him a rough drawing. He scrutinized it and asked rudely what the hell it was. I took the prized drawing back and pulled a carefully wrapped object from my jacket and slowly, ritualistically and reverently peeled its sheath. Finally revealed was the ugliest, bulkiest and most awkward 'ring' I believe has ever existed. "Maybe the real thing is more obvious? I made this myself, as you can guess from its crude design, based on plans I found.